Irri nodded a little, although she was still extremely embarrassed. "I'll... show you," she whispered, closing her eyes tightly. "If you really want..." She took a deep breath. "I know it's... stupid. I just wanted you to think... I was... pretty..." She shook her head a little, hugging herself closer to him.

Dengar smiled wide. "You're not pretty, you're beautiful." He whispered softly. He held her tight. "You're more than beautiful...you're..." He exhaled. "You're my light." He pulled back. "And nothing will ever change that."

Irri slowly looked up at him as he pulled away, her lavender eyes bright. She swallowed and managed to nod at him. "I... love you," she whispered.

Dengar's lips parted. He smiled wide and shook his head. "I love you." he whispered. He exhaled, in disbelief. He slowly let his fingers creep up on her veil.

Irri swallowed a little but stayed still as he moved to pull the veil away. She could still hear her heart racing in her ears and was dreading his reaction...
Under her veil, her face was covered in scars. But not as though she'd been attacked. They were very deliberate scars, x's over her checks and lips, about a half dozen of them, overlapping here and there. Someone had taken some serious time to scar her up.

Dengar frowned a little. In his eyes was pity, but he kissed her gently, moving his hands over her face. It saddened him. Who would do this to Irri? what had she gone through?

Irri swallowed a little, watching him. But at least he hadn't turned away in disgust... After a moment, she leaned in again and kissed him once more, trying to hold back more tears.

Denger kissed her deeper. It had been so long since he had felt this way. After he had lost his wife, he was sure this wouldn't happen again. And in this dark time, he held on to any light he could.

Irri closed her eyes, focusing on him. She still felt a pang of embarrassment every time he brushed a scar or she felt the unevenness of her lips, but he felt so good he started to counter all her other thoughts. And she did trust him, after all, and it was a great relief feel... safe.

Dengar pulled back and smiled looking at her. He had no problem looking at her face. He could see what had been, and what was...
"You're beautiful." he whispered.

Irri managed a small smile, although the scars made it seem crinkled. "Thank you," she whispered, although she didn't agree with him... The scars also seemed to restrict the movements of her mouth, which explained why she never spoke much, or loudly.

Dengar kissed her forehead and pulled back. He picked up a slice of peach and hand fed it to her, smiling. He moved her hair back.

Irri took a small bite of it and managed a small smile at him. She felt extremely exposed without the veil but she tried her best to ignore it for now, with his assurance that no one would bother them.

Dengar ate the rest of the peace slice and rested back slowly. He waved her in with a hand, cringing a little though. His side still hurt.

Irri frowned and moved a little closer to him. "Is there anything I could get you?" she offered quietly.